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Topic: Ha, anyone get these (Read 1038 times)

Well, this is funny. I always get these e-mails from my oldest gal, I often wonder how many times some of the diddies she sends may have been around the world. I know many times she sends me stuff that I have seen months before. This one was really cute, has anyone got this one through e-mail before.

BTW, I have about 19 contacts on my very special list that I send special e-mails to, these are people that mean enough to me that I send them the beautiful things that I want to share with them. I only forward these special e-mails to them, because I know that deep in their hearts they love to get these messages from me -- I only send the ones that I think are so important, they should be shared. Hee, hee. Now this is a funnnnneee thing. If any of you, my forum friends, care enough, and want to get these really nice thoughts from me through an e-mail, of which have been forwarded to me by my oldest Daughter, when they come to me, give me a PM here on our wonderful forum, and you will be added to my special list of e-mail people. I think that sharing beautiful and wonderful thoughts will do nothing but to improve the quality and happiness in our lives -- we all can have a little more happiness, right? Have that most wonderful and beautiful day, love this life that we all live, love and have the opportunity to share, oh yes, the most important wish of all -- good health to us all. Cindi

There was a man who worked for the> Post Office whose job was to process all the mail that had> illegible addresses. One day, a letter came addressed in a> shaky handwriting to God with no actual address. He thought> he should open it to see what it was about.> > The letter read:> > Dear God,> I am an 83 year old widow, living on> a very small pension.> Yesterday someone stole my purse. It> had $100 in it, which was all the money I had until my next> pension payment. Next Sunday is Christmas, and I had invited> two of my friends over for dinner. Without that money, I> have nothing to buy food with, have no family to turn to,> and you are my only hope. Can you please help me?> > Sincerely,> > Edna> > > > The postal worker was touched. He> showed the letter to all the other workers. Each one dug> into his or her wallet and came up with a few pounds. By the> time he made the rounds, he had collected $96, which they> put into an envelope and sent to the woman. The rest of the> day, all the workers felt a warm glow thinking of Edna and> the dinner she would be able to share with her friends.> > Christmas came and went. A few days> later, another letter came from the same old lady to God.> All the workers gathered around while the letter was opened.> It read:> > Dear God,> > How can I ever thank you enough for> what you did for me? Because of your gift of love, I was> able to fix a glorious dinner for my friends. We had a very> nice day and I told my friends of your wonderful gift.> > By the way, there was $4 missing. I> think it was those bastards at the Post Office.> > Edna"

So beautiful, and oh has that little funnnnnneee side to it too. Cindi

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There are strange things done in the midnight sun by the men who moil for gold. The Arctic trails have their secret tales that would make your blood run cold. The Northern Lights have seen queer sights, but the queerest they ever did see, what the night on the marge of Lake Lebarge, I cremated Sam McGee. Robert Service

There are strange things done in the midnight sun by the men who moil for gold. The Arctic trails have their secret tales that would make your blood run cold. The Northern Lights have seen queer sights, but the queerest they ever did see, what the night on the marge of Lake Lebarge, I cremated Sam McGee. Robert Service